Home was soon forgotten in favour of believing and living in the here and now – nothing breathed like the present. Within nature – the power, the strength, the personality are one of its own…
Rise 6.30am – Breakfast @ 7am – Coach for 8am – Iguaçu Falls by 9am. http://www.welcomeargentina.com/puertoiguazu/iguazu-falls.html
We booked a Grand Adventure Tour; jeep ride – across the rapids – under the falls; then by foot to explore the rest of this magical water world.
The Grand Adventure was not worth the money - nor how they sold it, but the boat ride was the most amazing experience one could ask for on Christmas Day – especially when away from family. Home was soon forgotten in favour of believing and living in the here and now – nothing breathed like the present. Within nature – the power, the strength, the personality are one of its own.
The falls doused us in a fine mist soaking every inch of our skin. Our eyes overwhelmed by the freedom of this river as it continued on its course ignorant to the leap it made to escape towards the sea. Vegetation spoilt; exchanging any thirst for nutrient heavy H2O while basking in all-year-round sun. The trees a backdrop to the redness of the river and moss grass covered any bare rock to exploit this luxurious habitat.
The strength of this near image was clouded in my mind by the mass destruction of forests just a few miles from here. The river once ran clear; now red due to the rainforest’s disappearance. This strength is compromised by its vulnerability at fault by man. Tears-filled my eyes realising the devastation we cause this phenomenal Earth.
We docked and took by foot on a concourse that would explore every individual fall and the forest in which it lived. A stop for lunch then we reached the top to navigate the entire length of the river’s mouth – looking towards Brazil.
The heaven’s opened; clouds dropped rain much like a full bucket landing on your head. We were soaked.
Francois, Raul (who we met at our hostel) and I jumped on the Iguaçu train and headed for the final stage of this adventure. Here – we didn’t know what lay in store.
A network of bridges (rigid steel and wood construction) led us out to the middle of the river towards a cliff of falling water – the temperature has dropped a few degrees and rain was still dispensing from above – I felt a chill. In the distance the view was blurred – I thought twas my eyes, tired from the day of visual overload; as we neared I realised it was mist – formed by the cascading water – bouncing back from the smack of the river floor below smashing droplets into smaller particles forming a permanent haze.
30 metres from the river’s edge a fine dampness was felt. A swirl of water poured down Devil’s Throat. On reaching the edge a sheer magnetism drew all our attention – both real and imagined to the depths of the throat.
In awe – consumed by this magnificent sight – Merry Christmas.
Entrance to National Park: AR$85
Grand Adventure Tour: AR$220
Bus to Park: AR$15